Nova [Tayvis Fanfiction]

MILKY WAY

Ten Weeks Post Accident
Taylor Swift's Point of View
The house is more than I ever imagined. Closing is still two weeks away, but the owners were kind enough to let me begin moving in. They seemed to sense something in my voice when I explained that I needed to be close to a loved one in Philly who might be here for some time. I kept it vague, and they offered to let me start early. I think maybe they took pity on me.

From the moment I step through the doors, I'm enchanted. The house, though recently built, has an undeniable charm. Walking into the grandiose two-story foyer, I'm greeted by a custom-made, arched, solid hardwood white ash entryway. It's magnificent, with triple panel slabs and seven individual sidelights that let light spill through, casting a warm glow on the entry floor. Everything here feels like a blend of sophistication and modern elegance.

The four bedrooms are each a masterpiece, designed with such care and lavish detail. The master bedroom especially takes my breath away. I open the door to find an expansive space bathed in soft natural light streaming from four skylights. There's a sense of calm, almost spa-like, with two glass-encased showers, a deluxe tub that practically begs for bubble baths, and a sauna tucked into one corner. The master suite also has two custom walk-in closets—his and hers. Each is a perfect balance of style and function, with plenty of space for every item to have its place.

Out back, there's a 2,000-square-foot deck, and the 12-foot ceilings give it an airy, open feeling. I can already picture summer evenings out here, watching the sunset with Travis once he's back on his feet.

The front of my house looks like a makeshift furniture showroom. Couches, tables, lamps—every piece I ordered is here, piled haphazardly near the door, and I can barely even make it through to the entryway without stepping over some enormous box or bumping into a chair. I know I need to get this stuff inside, but there's no way I'm lifting a thing with the baby on board. No furniture piece is worth risking a miscarriage.

So I called in reinforcements: my family. And, as an added bonus, I figured this would be the perfect moment to tell them I'm pregnant. I mean, how else would I explain why I need an army to help me move a few couches?

A few minutes later, my mom, dad, and brother pull up, getting out of the car with raised eyebrows as they take in the situation on my front porch. I can see their curiosity—there's a mix of amusement and confusion as they glance at each other and then at me.

"Wow," my dad whistles, sizing up the mountain of furniture. "Did you order the whole store?"

I laugh, shrugging as if it's no big deal. "Hey, it's a new house. I wanted to make it homey."

"Homey?" My mom raises an eyebrow, her tone teasing. "More like you're trying to open a hotel in here."

"Yeah, yeah," I say, grinning. "Just think of it as your afternoon workout, on me."

They chuckle, rolling up their sleeves, ready to jump in. As they start lifting, I follow along, casually directing them where to put each piece. But the entire time, my mind is racing, heart thumping at the thought of telling them. I figure I'll wait until the big items are inside, then drop the news.

"Why Philly?" My dad asks.

"Philadelphia felt right," I reply, trying to keep my tone casual. "We're from Pennsylvania, right? Sometimes you just want a piece of home again." I watch them carefully as they carry the heavy rug toward the living room, hoping they won't notice my nervousness.

"Sure, but you've been gone for a while. Didn't think you'd actually come back," my brother says, glancing at me over his shoulder. "Kind of out of nowhere."

I smile, shrugging as if it's all no big deal, though my heart's pounding. "Well, surprise, I guess."

As they heave the rug into place, my dad wipes a hand across his forehead. "So, you called us for the heavy lifting?" he teases. "Nice try, kiddo."